On what would have been Melanie's birthday, he had gone to a bar and drank himself into a blackout.
When he woke up, he realized his grandmother's driver had taken him back to the marital home he shared with Claire.
Even though they had been married for two years, he had never once set foot in the house.
He only knew it was where Claire stayed when she was in Northcrest.
She wasn't in the city often, so he hadn't expected her to be there.
Felix took a quick shower to clear his head and walked downstairs.
Given that the house was rarely occupied, he assumed it would mirror his own internal state—barren, cold, and entirely devoid of life.
But what he saw completely shattered his expectations.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through sheer white curtains, painting the living room in a warm, golden haze.
The window sills were overflowing with succulents in every shape and size.
Each plant was plump and vibrant, bursting with color.
In the corner, an asparagus fern with tiny white flowers swayed gently in the cross-breeze.
Outside in the courtyard, a massive bush of climbing roses had completely overtaken an iron archway.
The pale pink blossoms were bursting with life, and the wind scattered a few stray petals across the stone path.
The house was brimming with warmth, bursting with life.
Felix stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs until the rich, savory aroma of bone broth pulled him from his trance.
He turned slowly toward the kitchen.
The wife he had ignored for two years was standing at the stove, her back to him.
She was wearing comfortable beige loungewear, her hair tied up in a loose, messy bun with a few strands clinging to her neck.
The sunlight spilled through the blinds, wrapping her in a soft, golden halo.
In that exact second, it felt as if a single beam of light had finally pierced the suffocating darkness inside him.
He didn't know how long he stood there watching her.
When Claire finally turned around holding a steaming bowl of Noodle Soup with Bone Broth, she jumped, startled to see him.
After all, he never came home.
"I didn't know you were here," she said, suddenly looking a bit out of place.


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